Poem -
Looking into The Fog
By the middle of November
He'd done all he could to forget her;
and while looking at the blood moon
and the way leaves were falling
it all seem to him, so foreboding;
suddenly he felt the end was coming
but with a little more time---
he might be strong enough;
maybe around the middle of December
he'd finally come to fully know,
that loving her was just a bad idea;
some day her memory would slip away;
like a sharp knife pulled from the heart;
or the sun not around on a cloud less day
he could see it all; as clear as the fog
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:( sad write bro, blame it on the blood moon xoxox
wow Chris this hit me like a ten ton boulder. this is almost identical to how I felt when the guy I adored dumped me. in a way it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I met my now husband a few short years later. great write.
Very good poem chris. I feel his pain in his heart from your words. Great imagery. Β Many hugsΒ
Nardine my sweet sister from down under and across the waves; yes I will blame it on the blood moon; not sure of the name 'blood moon' but it's not actually red, but it's about 15 % bigger than normal; thats what I heard anyway lol....thanks for comment lil sis.....cheers
PoetessDarkly I'm glad it turned out well for you, one can never tell with these things though, thanks for feeling this one and commenting, I'm somewhat encouraged now....cheers my friend
Hardrocklover I appreciate your words man, keep on hard rock loving bro. Β have good evening....cheers
Felt the fog, in all it's locations....nice
Cool comment Dan, glad you liked....cheers man